Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The imperial P
Great
Y'all know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!

So what if you flip a words
I could triple that in
Open mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your guy
like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still back beige.
Whether writers are par, powder the jar
Whip it around, it comes back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists bring you kilo biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my niggas who slipped, became
Trees taped to the
You already what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this
Niggas wanna bring the 80s
It's okay with me, that's where they me at
Except I don't on the wall
I write my name in the books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
I spin work in the pots so I can my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I ain't about it, I'm living it
I'm it, straight getting it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
the life stay your course,
And understand)
Get it boy

It's '87 state of that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame for making me into a monster
Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they
Before this stuff we was in concert

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, Bush
Chef (chef), guess I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the
Rockstar, look, way the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, like wack rappers,
Tried as may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins a pisces
The pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a
Twin it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never dying or these
of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block